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[thecollectibles]

Speartember 2024 by Mukhlis Nur

[dndtreasury]

Phantasmagorical Planteria by Sinlaire

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December Masterlist.

December 1st. Red Lace. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 8th. Threesome. Poly!Chiffany. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. Bo Sinclair. NSFW.

December 11th. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. NSFW.

December 14th. Blindfold. NN! Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. Vincent Sinclair. NSFW.

December 18th. Public Sex. Doc Halloran. NSFW.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. Herbert West. NSFW.

December 20th. Role Reversal. Billy Loomis. NSFW.

December 24th. Santa And Spanking. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 26th. Sugar And Knife play. Buddy Swanson. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. Lester Sinclair. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 31st. New Year's Sex. Stu Macher. NSFW.

[lexia-solve-e]

🌙 sanctum sanctorum

[short-black-diamond]

Wednesday's Bestie- part three.

part one, part two

I got motivated to write another chapter after @tundra1029 gave me an idea on how I should continue, and I love their Idea!

Also I didn't proofread, so yea, have fun readinf!

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It was time to cut the bullshit. Sure, you still wanted to make out with Bianca, but only for shits and giggles. Nothing more. Have you ever even felt love? You didn't think so.

Since you didn't want to text her to break up with you as in 'lol don't fell nuff bout ya, let's be single again', you went over to her place to tell her your thoughts. But, before you could knock, you heard your name falling. "...yeah, I don't really like them. I'm just doing it to spite Wednesday and Xavier. And, well, my "partner" is not that bad to look at as well, so I've got a win-win situationn with myself-"

The door slammed to the ground with you leaning in the doorway, your hands in your pant pockets (yes your pants have pockets believe it babes). Your eyes looked at hers with boredom, a serious expression. But, you looked hot nonetheless.

"Let's break up. Obviously, none of us two has feelings for the other person, so let's stop this, shall we. Also, I hope that there will be somebody who will actually love you the way you are and not to take advantage of you or use you for your body or you having to gaslight the person. good day."

You ignored Bianca calling your name, knowing that she'd only manipulate you to be together with her again. So you kept on walking, a satisfied smile on your face.

It felt nice to be alone again, even when you wouldn't feel the siren's nice lips on yours. But, just as you were about to round the corner to your room, you nearly bumped into Wednesday. "I need to talk to you." You sighed at the straightforwardness of your former best friend and followed her to her and Enid's room. Fortunately, Enid was on a date with Ajax and so, the room was empty for the two of you.

"Since you're together-" "Single."

There was a pause and if you'd have looked closely, you would've noticed one corner of her lips going slightly upward. But you didn't pay attention to her, more to the half colowrful, half clear window. You didn't know why, but is was poetic in some kind of way and it put you at ease. "Right...then, I'd like to...spend time with you again."

"And under what condition." "...That I'd give you a chance." "I don't think I'm really able to love, Wednesday."

Looking at the brunette after she didn't say anything at all, you noticed her eyes were widened a little and her mouth was parted. "What do you mean? Weren't you making out with her the other day?"

You groaned, a little embarrassed to talk about that with Wednesday of all people. But it was also suprising that she was asking questions about your failing love life. "Yes, but I didn't really feel anything. I like the feeling of someone's lips on mine, getting touched or hugged, like physical contact and affection, but romance? I can't do that. I don't feel shit with anybody.

When I thought I had a crush on you, it just turned out to be deep admiration and respect. With Bianca, it was just mutual attraction when it came to looks.

In other words, I had never butterflies in my stomach, stuttered around you guys, grew hot under your gazes or any other symptoms when it came to you two. It was just, well, attraction, respect and admiration. Nothing else.", you paused, taking a sip from your chocolate milk which you brought with you everywhere (sorry I had to insert myself here) before continuing.

"And even if I was with Bianca, like I said before, it would just be attraction to the body, not the person. If I would've said no to her asking me if I'd like to be together with her, she'd have manipulated me like she did Xavier. It wouldn't be a relationship of love but just, well, sex and physical contact, and kissing, but nothing more than that.

If I'd be together with you, then you'd have to fear that I could "manipulate" you,", cue to you giving her a look.

"and me not knowing what you are feeling. For example I'd buy you something and you'd have your standard resting bitch face. Or when I'd hug or kiss you. would you like that? I don't think so. Or... I don't know, when I'd cook you something and your judgement would be very critical and insensitive. Sure, I know how to conceal my dissapointment in myself, but it would still rest heavily on my heart.

There are still like, a hundred other reasons I could list you, but those were my main points. I hope that it's okay if we'd just...well, stay friends.", after your speech, you stretched and layed down on Enid's ugly rainbow bed. Maybe you should burn some of her plushied before you left...

Wednesday stared at your lying form and wanted to lay down and cuddle you. She knew that you made some very good points, but to hell with it. If she could make you give her your deepest respect and admiration, then she could make you fall in love with her too...!

But...maybe, right now was not the best time. Instead, she went over to you and took your hand. "We could try."

you frowned sadly and looked at her pretty face. "Haven't you heard me before, I said-mmpf!"

Wednesday climbed on top of you, on Enid's bed, and kissed you feverishly. That was something she never thought she'd do; kissing her best friend of over a decade on the distustingly colorful bed of her roommate.

But, it was kind of exciting. Wednesday shuddered when your hands gripped her small waist and pulled her towards yourself. Wednesday took it as a chance to grab one of your sweet and soft, big tits and squeezed. 'soft, like a stressball...', Wednesday thought as you moaned against her and just as she was about to push her tongue in your mouth, a loud shreek startled you both, with you hugging Wednesday closer to you protectively.

"What the fuck!?", Enid cried, seeing her best friend and her enemy make out on her bed, with Wednesday's hand on one of your boobies.

"'sup Enid. How was your date with male Medusa?"

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Should I keep going???

I just thought it would be funny to make Enid mad, so, yeah.

Also, will you finally be able to learn to fall in love with an emotionless goth girl, after you've literally been together with a hot siren, who couldn't even get the job done?

Btw have y'all heard about lookism or questism on webtoon? They are very cool, check it out, yeah?

[un-local]

Hello!! I’m a but shy but do you have any voice head canons/character reference for Magdalene by chance? I’ve been reading SWRD and I always love trying to envision scenes from fics. Buuut I feel like what I’m imagining isn’t quite right

Hey anon! Great question to find in my inbox, thank you!

Sorry about the late reply, I spent most of yesterday recovering from a surgery, lol. (Minor surgery, very routine. No complications thus far. All’s well 👍) (finally, I have achieved a dramatic fanfic writer life update... this is a truly milestone in my career. if only i had a chapter ready to publish to mention it in... 😔)

Jokes aside, onto your question! In terms of visual reference, Magdalene's main points are:

She’s about as tall as Rogier, who I’ve imagined to be fairly lanky. They're both somewhere between average height or just a little bit taller. She’s got more muscle on her, but they are roughly the same height.

Dark hair, kept in a braid. The standard one in the game.

Deep scarring on the left side of her face, from a wolf encounter. She’s still got her eye, though. (Still haven't decided on a color. Lol. Grey would have utility in a certain scene in the future. But ah... dark brown...)

Scale armor, with iron gauntlets and bandit boots. She’s wielding the Scimitar, and currently, the Banished Knight’s shield. 

I do have some art of her:

So long as she looks like she’s been running on nothing but black coffee and Slim Jims for the last three months… you’ve got her down 👍

As for her voice, hm. Good question. She’s got something gruff, for sure. Voice headcanons isn't something I've done much of, so forgive me if this isn't super helpful.

The best I got so far is FMAB’s Olivier Armstrong, particularly the delivery of the two timecoded lines:

“I don’t know who you are, but I’m grateful for the help”

“The equivalent price,”

Olivier, with the more refined tones dialed back, is probably most how I imagine her. 

Thanks again for the message anon! I hope this helps!

[sims-creations]

even though hayley half-heartedly agreed to at least consider involving tristan again, she was almost sure, that she would not follow through with it. at this point, she just wanted to escape the discussion. it was a kind gesture of helena to come out here to chat, however, hayley still felt alone - especially looking at helena engaging with david and their son. even though they were considered wrong, these three somehow seemed to make a whole lot more sense than attempting to work something out with tristan. thinking about her life now, it was hard not to feel regret for a lot of things...

[i-carrion-icarian]

Feel me rushing through your lonely veins

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

🎁 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁!⁠ [7b/14] This content has been generously donated by @sinlaire_box to be shared while The Griffon's Saddlebag takes a vacation! Please support these creators and their excellent content!⁠ ⁠ Related downloads are available *for free* through the link in my Vacation highlighted story! ⁠ ___⁠ ⁠ Sinlaire is a bonkers talented artist and lore-builder who makes gorgeous and compelling items and stories! If you're the kind of person who likes art PSDs, too, you can get them from their Patreon! I mean seriously, can you see these art and description pages?⁠ ⁠ This is the second item in a set for Sinlaire's River Tyrant Clan! Stay tuned later to catch the last of the three-part set!⁠ ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

[remarkableheart]

Sinlair gets trolled

[inkary]

Heeeeeey this is another kickstarter plug

We are this 🤏close to a stretch goal, soooo consider this? https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/luminantage/paragons-of-the-luminant-age

I should prooly explain wtf is this: this is basically a mini-expansion book for pathfinder 2e, so if you DM this system or know someone who does this might be of interest.

the piccie above drawn by Sinlaire

[thecollectibles]

Swordtember 2024 by Mukhlis Nur (Sinlaire)

[dndtreasury]

Lovebirds by Sinlaire

[bisexual-horror-fan]

uhh i think this may have been asked before but do you think you could do anything with the Sinclairs for multi may? they just own my heart, soul, an brain.

Well of course you can have this Anon! Since you didn’t give me a prompt, which is fine, I went with one provided by @early20sfailingplenty, sweet Eri baby gave me the idea of a reader who sees Bo in particular being hurt and just fights back for him. It’s a really good idea! Plus a way to do some angsty, hurt, comfort sort of thing! That is important to me because I love Multi-May and I love showing all sides of polyamory, giving it depth and showing it isn’t just about the fucking. Like this piece, it’s also about killing for the killer, you know?

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.7K. Bo Sinclair And Vincent Sinlair And Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader. Poly!Hinge Sinclairs. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Comfort. Murder. Kidnapping. Stockholm Syndrome. Violence. Blood. Gore. Reader Is Hopelessly Devoted. Crying Reader. Hard Emotions.

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Yes I Can.

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You remember the day that you knew you’d do anything for any of them and that day was after you had been in Ambrose for exactly a month, you were sure by that point that you weren't going to die by their hands. 

Maybe that was ignorant, perhaps downright fucking stupid to think that but you did, some deeply held feeling that clings to you, as if it was bone deep and settling into your marrow, you were thoroughly steeped in the belief that you would be okay with them. You were more than okay honestly, you considered Ambrose your home, it was infinitely better than your old one, you were happy here, you felt shockingly free even considering the fact that you literally were not allowed to leave and still live. 

You never entertained the notion of a polyamorous relationship before them, but how were you meant to choose just one? It wasn’t fair, and all of them gave you different things, that was the beauty of the setup, hardwired into the whole very concept of it, trying to get everything out of one relationship and one person is unrealistic, with them you more than had all your needs met. 

Such a shift took more time to establish, Lester was the first and easiest, he really took to how kind you were, wanting to talk with him, spend time with him, genuinely get to know him. Times where you just sat with him and talked meant more than he thinks he could say, the easy physical affection and that you didn’t lean away from him or when he tried to touch him was huge, the fact you initiated contact just as much as he did was everything. 

Vincent came next because you were so into his art and honestly because you poured a ton of effort into cooking, the three of them frequently got so fucking busy that proper cleaning, care and good food fell by the wayside, but now with you here that was a thing of the past. Having actual good meals, not toaster waffles that were burnt on the outside but somehow still frozen on the inside, did wonders not just for his mood but his creative drive and overall well being. The times you would bring a steaming plate to him and tell him to stop working were the highlights of his days.

Bo had not yet been won over. No matter the sweet things you said, the things you did for him, and no not even as enthusiastically you gave into whatever game he wanted to play or offered yourself up, he wasn’t moved. If anything it made you try harder. You had gotten closer with him, sure, in the physical sense and he wasn’t quite as asshole-ish to you overall, which you took as a plus and that you would get him the rest of the way there with time. You weren’t in a rush, you had all the time in the world, didn’t you? 

You cared a ton about all of them and would do just about anything for them, you thought maybe if you proved that one day to all of them you could be a true equal and really earn your place in Ambrose. 

The idea struck you one day when some people rolled through Ambrose, you did as instructed, stayed out of the way. You didn't let yourself be seen and watched what happened, took in the view as the group of people met the fate that you almost had. 

The trio were all totally brutal, but you knew that when they killed your friends who didn’t survive like you had, still seeing it once more, against this group of strangers, fresh in your mind, it makes you scared. Not for your own life! God no, far from it, you were worried for them. Bo and Vincent and Lester were all very capable and had been doing this for a long time without issue, but what if the day comes where they are not so lucky? Everyone has an off day now and again. It was sweet, you were concerned, it was preventive, you took your new life here very seriously and you would make them see it eventually, no matter what, you’d show them. 

You approach Lester to try and make what you had in mind happen. He had just come back from his usual daily work out at the pit, it was afternoon, it was hot as hell but you were downwind and didn’t have to contend with the smell, thank God. You loved Lester but post pit he smelt awful, especially during the summer months. 

“Hiya Les!” You greet enthusiastically and his head jerks up, a smile spreading across his face, he says your name in kind and in greeting before asking, “How ya doin’?”

“Oh just fine, wanted to check in on you.” It was honest, and he said, “Ain’t that sweet of ya?” 

You came over and he pressed a kiss to your cheek that made you smile, “You want some lunch?”

“I’d love some. Back to the house?” He asks and you nod your head, “Mmhm, either way you gotta get washed up first.” 

He holds up his hands, smeared with dirt and God knows what else, “You’re right, s�� prolly best.” 

You start your walk back up to the house, you already made lunch earlier on, and you start the conversation you wanted to have along the way, “So I wanted to ask maybe a small favour.”

“A favour, huh?” He asks but the tone is still light as air and you say, “Yeah, you think that might be okay?”

“Ain’t illegal to ask but doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” He teases and you laugh, “True, alright, so I was thinking the other day and I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind teaching me some uh, self defence skills?”

He laughs, “Self defence skills? What? You don’t trust all a’ us to look after ya?” He asks, his shoulder nudging yours and you roll your eyes in amused exasperation, “No, it’s not that, it’s more the opposite.”

“Tha opposite?” He inquires and you affirm, “Yeah, I wanna do my part, you know? What if some asshole gets the drop on you or Vin or Bo and I’m near enough to do something about it but don’t have the know how. I dunno if I could ever forgive myself.” 

He stops, his hands are on your shoulders, effectively stopping you as well and making you turn to face him, you are both in front of the house at this point as he asks, “Ya wanna protect us?”

You avert your gaze and nod, the admission is small yet heartfelt, “Yeah, I do.”

“So why are you comin’ to me?” He asks and you fire back with a shrug, “Why not?”

“Pffft, Iunno, Bo’s and Vincent are bigger than me, pretty tough an’ strong, going to them makes sense.” You cross your arms and assert, eyes still on the ground, “You make sense too! Especially for what I want-”

“An what do you want?” He asks and you finally meet his gaze again, “Help me with learning some knife skills?”

He laughed, his hand fell away and he turned and started up the steps. You rush after him, confused, “What’s so funny?” 

A look over his shoulder and he sighed, “You. Yer too much.”

“Why? Why am I too much?” You ask as you catch up with him as he opens the screen door, “Cuz you think I’d willingly give ya a knife? If Bo finds out? Shit, taint worth thinkin’ about.” 

“Lesterrrr, c’mon! Why not? I won’t do anything to any of you! I want to help you all!” You argued and you were both striding through the living room now, “An’ how do I know that? Could be all kindsa pretty talk till I hand it over and than whoops I’m stabbed and you run off-”

Your breath catches and you stop. He hears it, the small sniff, he turns in the doorway to the kitchen to see you stopped a few feet away, you say softly and apparently on the verge of tears, “I’d never do that to you. Any of you.” 

He groans, hat off, back of his hand wipes over his forehead and smears more dirt, he replaces it back onto his head and comes forward, “Don’ cry.”

You wipe at your eyes, you know Lester likes it when you cry, just not in this particular context, it wasn’t fun for him and made HIM feel bad more than anything positive. “M’ sorry, I know you don’t li-like when I do, I can’t help it though. I just love you all so much and I’m worried.” 

Your shoulders were still shuddering and he cursed before asking, “I know, I know ya love us. Just…You mean it? You won’t do nothin’ less absolutely necessary?”

A nod as you wipe at your eyes, breathing starting to even out, a deep inhale as you try to compose yourself and he says, “Alright but keep it quiet! I mean it, if Bo finds out he’ll-”

“I won’t say anything! It’ll be our secret, and I won’t do anything unless absolutely necessary.” You plead, repeating his exact words back and he says, “Aight. M’ trustin’ you. Don’ make me regret it.” 

“I won’t! Thank you Les! You won’t!” You throw your arms around him into a big hug and he laughs, “Fine, we can go over some stuff but first, lunch.”

“Yes, lunch.” You agree and soon you are in the kitchen, he washes up and you both eat, conversation on lighter things, and afterwards he did just as he said he would. You go back to his space and he shows you the knives he had countless times before and instructed you how to use them the most effectively.

“Now you can’t stab someone too hard, ya hear? You just gotta put your all into it, an’ go for it. Try for the throat if you can but if not the gut ain’t bad neither, you get it deep enough and reef it up an’ it’ll stop just about anyone.”

You listen with rapt attention, trying to absorb absolutely everything he said and after all that, he gifted you one that you could safely keep on your person at all times. You thanked him and tried not to cry for the second time that afternoon, at least this time the tears that threatened to spill over were happy ones. You told him you were going to treasure it always and assured him, you’d never use it on him or Bo or Vincent. 

“Ya better not, cuz if ya try I might just have to turn it back on you.” He teased but you could hear the edge undercutting it and you nodded, “I’d expect nothing less.” 

That wasn’t all of it, you made sure to watch whenever Vincent used those twin knives, really tried to focus on the brutality he displayed as well as the technique. You just hoped that you would never have to actually put the decently sized folding knife concealed on your person to actual use. 

As the days bled to weeks and turned to months you started to relax, you felt like maybe you were being silly, that your fears were unfounded. People would come to town and they would fall with minimal issue, life kept on going and you thought everything would be just fine as it always had been.

One day some more people came into town and you went about your regular routine, as you always did, made yourself scarce. You knew the safe areas you needed to keep to and where to avoid, during times like this you didn’t do much, hold up in your locked room and usually read a book. It wasn’t unusual to hear some sounds, some screams, some scuffle, it was natural, easy to tune out and you stopped getting so nervous as you used to. 

Tonight was different. It was loud, unbearably loud, more than you had ever heard previously. You did something you shouldn’t have, you peeked out your upstairs room window and gasped at what you saw. Bo, mid-scuffle with some guy and currently taking what looked like a terrible punch to the jaw, made him unbalanced and then, someone else was sneaking up behind him that he was clearly not aware of. You did what you definitely never, ever should do and that was, break one of the biggest rules, you got involved. You busted out of your room, you ran down the hall and the stairs were taken two at a time until you were coming out the front door, knife in hand and it wasn’t until Lester was shaking your shoulders that you came back to yourself. 

“What?” You ask and Lester repeats himself, “I said are you alright? You hurt?” 

You look up at him, brows furrowed and you ask, “Why would I be hurt?” 

“Cuz you’re covered in blood?” He sounded just as confused as you did and that is when you looked down and holy shit, yes you were. It all hit at once, you were sticky, a complete mess, gripping the knife in your hand so hard that your knuckles were aching, you felt sore but overall fine. 

“I guess I am.” You admit still dazed, you are in the kitchen of the house, you don’t know when you got from the outside back into here but you were now and you see Vincent working on patching up a pretty rough looking Bo. You were in a chair and Lester was crouched in front of you, “What happened?”

You think hard, you remember seeing the fight, Bo getting hurt, and someone else about to jump him, you remember running out to him and then the rest comes into focus.

You took out the knife from the waistband of your shorts and you tackled the person who had wrestled Bo’s shotgun from him, driving the knife right under their ribs as you did so. You crashed to the ground, landing on top of them, the force of the action causes the blade to go deeper still, you are pretty sure by the way they wheezed you punctured a lung. Blood pours from around the embedded blade and you sit up quickly, ripping out the knife, your fingers on your opposite are tangled in sweat soaked hair and you slam their head back onto the concrete with a wet sounded crack. 

They weren’t moving any longer. You let them go. You are heaving when you get up and turn to see the other person staring you down, your hands are coated with blood as well as it soaking into your shirt and smearing down your legs. The other person who punched Bo looked terrified and you didn’t waste time, you took them down in a similar fashion, that one ended with you also getting a pretty bad punch but with the other body below you with his throat slashed open. After you were sure neither were getting up you stayed next to Bo and the next thing you really remember is this, now, being in the kitchen with them.

You tell them, “They hurt Bo and I just…Had to do something.”

To say they were all shocked was an understatement. Bo got up, and Lester got out of the way, he was staring you down, a hand on his bandaged ribs and he said, “You were pretty sadistic back there.”

You almost waited for him to scold you, but that didn’t happen, “You really did that for me?”

A nod, nervous as you admit, “Yeah…Told you, I love you, all of you, don’t want anything bad to happen to any of you.”

“Seems you really do belong here. And maybe it’s the delirium talkin’ but, M’ feeling so generous that I won’t even ask where you got the knife.” You feel happy, you smile and ask, “So I did good?”

“Very good. It was stupid as all hell and risky but shit if you didn’t do it well.” That had to be one of the nicest things he has said to you so far. You feel nearly giddy and hold your arms out and ask, “Can I uhm…Have a hug?”  

He laughs, a shake of his head, “Well if you haven’t earned it by doin’ this then you never will.” 

“Not just you but uh…All of you? Please?” 

Vincent saunters up, a sign of, “I think we can manage it.”

Still blood soaked and sweaty, shaking and sore you are wrapped up in three sets of arms and you feel more at home than you ever have. 

[wanderingcotabussurgetank]

Alternate Beast Barbarian by Sinlaire

[kekwcomics]

GEISTERJAGER JOHN SINCLAIR: "LUZIFER'S FESTUNG"

GhostHunter John Sinclair : "Lucifer's Fortress"

CASSETTE AUDIOBOOK based on the popular German Horror Pulp series by Jason Dark. This one's an adaptation of John Sinlair #4 from 1981.

Art: Vicente Ballestar